Sleepless Night Fast Asleep

I wrote this poem when I was 12 for English.

Sleepless Night

I slept in my bed fast asleep
I heard nothing not even a peep
A break of silence had occurred
A hand-like shape had emerged
From the window I heard a tap tap tap
I took the covers of my lap
I went to the window and sighed with relief
It was only a branch with one last leaf.